Lucy entered St. Michael's and saw Father Anthony kneeling at the base of a magnificent cross hanging in the back of the large dimly lit church. She hurried to meet him, her steps echoing loudly through the empty building. The young priest looked over his shoulder, saw lucy approaching and stood up. "Father please, I need to to tell you what happened to me...
So Im not sure whether this fits the "DDLG" genre but this is a erotic instructional/confessional descriptive dom/sub, Daddy story. Written and performed by me. (MisterLondonKinks) "Jason Covigne" explains what kind of "daddy" he is, and what other "daddies" should aspire to be. Living in London he talks of the difficulties in trying to find the correct part...
"Wow, it has been a long time," Nick stated as he slyly looked Sandra up and down. She smiled and sarcastically reminded him that since it was their ten year high school reunion so it had in fact been ten years since they had seen each other (although she was never really sure why they had lost touch) they had been such good friends for so many years. "Y...
Virgins.. Ashkrath found them was one of the greatest pleasures. Right now, she was smacking her lips with their spunk. Drunk off of the innocent boys cum, who were now becoming infected with demonic taint. Two days in the mortal realm and Ashkrath had taken over the church which had taken her in. The cop had brought her here when she was discovered after t...
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It is many years since my last confession." The priest settled back in his seat to listen to the voice coming to him through the grill of the confessional. It was not a voice he recognised, so it was not one of his usual congregation, but then at least it was not John Maguire confessing to impure thoughts about the Wid...
The dependence of Miss Angelica on flagellation came as a revelation to Polly. It seemed that the whole college was a school for discipline and correction. It was late one evening, when Polly realised that she had left a book in the chapel near the confessional earlier that evening, that she first became aware of Miss Angelica's addiction. It was a warm dar...
Det. Moore tried to catch his breath. He had been through one of the most horrifying interrogation sessions of his life. He couldn't believe all of what he had heard; yet there it was on tape. He had hear the rumors about this little town being a nexus of evil, but he had discounted those stories as just that. Rumors. He thought that this criminal investigat...
Alice was bored; really really bored; so bored that even watching a fruit fly crawl across the heavy leaden stain glass window above Father Milliners head had become excitement personified. Every Sunday the whole college was forced to sit through this interminable service when there were a thousand better things for the eighteen to twenty one year old boys a...
Tugging at my skirt, wishing I had worn the longer one. Damn wind! I had to pick today to try and make myself feel sexy and alluring.......ha! Cold winds blowing straight up my skirt to my crotch was doing nothing to help my mood. Something is wrong with me. I am bored, restless and lonely. What mother and married woman tries to attract men while shopping?...
It was Saturday afternoon, and I was taking confessions as always. And as always, there hadn't been much traffic. I'd had a lot of time to think, to reflect on last weeks happenings. How did I let myself be drawn into having sex with a parishioner? Could I face this woman again, and be stronger this time? I looked at my watch: a quarter to five, I'll be clos...